The scene at Merced Tours at around five pm today. I was looking for a renter's grievance meeting which got pushed to next week.

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Have fun!

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Jay, one of the owners of Merced Tours, located on the ground floor of Middle Earth, showed me the booty they had managed to score.

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Credit: mouse from merced

I apologize for the flashes on these. This is a larger view than the photo for which I traded. It was not an intended backdrop, I just shot it with no thoughts of the oddities. Now were I Peter...

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It must be this one that's in back of the Yo Fall shot.

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Quite an afternoon's adventure, before heading to 510 Bistro to check out the wine liszt and say hi to Dennis & crew.

That sign says "for ease."

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Dennis M. standing in front of 510 Main St. and across from 519 Main St. He is a professional chef, part-owner of the cafe and bistro. They're all cool.

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Credit: mouse from merced

Credit: mouse from merced

There's usually a point at which I am aiming, more or less, though I tend to ramble like a little kid in Family Circus, sometimes.

Point A.
I bought this paper at the Coffee Bandits. I came back to the Tioga, watched some NCAA, went down to the street expecting to get some photos of the renters' discussion with the media, which did not happen, and fell into hog heaven when I went in to Merced Tours to speak with Jessica and her husband, Jay, who is in the photo above with his black and white aerial candy.

As the rent committee left, I began shooting and questioning. They have this new business, Merced Tours (c'est tres Nice et interessant). It will have a small museum of Merced and the environs, i.e., Yosemite.

I then went to the bistro and came home to find the paper and read the article on the Greek colony in Merced. My older brother's two wives are Greek, just HAPPEN to be cousins...

Anyway, on the way home from the bistro, I had stopped and taken a picture of 519 Main St., an address on the ground floor of the Merced Lofts acrosse from the bistro and the bookstore where I worked. I was thinking of climbing ratings, naturally, in taking the pic.

I got into the article and the line jumps out at me

Instead of returning to greece, Peter came to Merced in March 1921 and started a shoe shine and repair business at 519 W. 17th St. (Main).

Well, I'm not one, well, I guess I am, at that, who goes and thinks God's tapping him on the shoulder, making him wonder, causing him to do foolish things. I tend to look at these things differently now that I'm older and have read some feralfae Buchanan--HAW!

I checked out yer posts, I just can't think of anything better than what you have said. You do cause me to think. Looking forward to your success(es), and failures, and recoups. Bonne chance.

As I was saying, this is just coincidence, it don't mean shee-it, as Mr. Natural say.

Then, I looked underneath the article on the Greek colony at the bottom of the page.
This is point zB.

Walkin' like a millionaire
Smilin' like a king
He leaned his shopping cart against the wall
He said, I been a lot of places
And I seen a lot of things
But, sonny, I seen one thing that beats 'em all
I was flyin' back from lubbock
I saw jesus on the plane
...or maybe it was elvis
You know, they kinda look the same
Hey, look out, junior, you're steppin' on my bed
I said, I don't see nothin
He just glared at me and said,

If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
If dirt were dollars
I wouldn't worry anymore

Tad, lad--
I want to tell you I've been listening to Rogue Canyon Walls and I love the banjo.

You got some chops, Dad!

Like my gym? Free membership, too!

Ron, son--

Thanks for the compliment earlier in the day re The Yosemite and it's proposed expansion...It's a concern at the top of my list now.

Trying for some clarity in the case of contemptuous political hay-making is not easy.

It's all above-the-board obscurity in the public's mind. They are told what to think and they do, massively.

People need to be shocked and not simply warned away from deals with the devil.

Gated comunity in the area? Possible, not too likely; but call it Yosemite Best and charge hell out of the buyers--more doctors and lawyers who may use the place until the kids grow older and then they find that they can't sell it off...HA!